She Offered A Kiss As A Joke—And Underestimated The Man Who Could Save Her

fluid, the faint ozone scent of avionics. It was the smell of my past. It was the smell of the man I used to be before grief and debt stripped me down to a janitor.

I reached the fuselage. Up close, the beast was even more impressive. I ran a hand along the composite skin, feeling the cold smoothness. I moved toward the rotor housing, the place where continue reading …